These bed springs, which you can hardly see for the climbing hydrangea, used to lean against an old barn on Gallaher Street in Huntington. The barn belonged to one of my grandfathers old cronies. One day I asked Big Bob what he was going to do with the springs. "Nothin', they have been there for years. You want them? You can have them." So off we trucked back to Cincinnati with rusty bed springs tied to the top of the van.
These bed springs, which you can hardly see for the climbing hydrangea, used to lean against an old barn on Gallaher Street in Huntington. The barn belonged to one of my grandfathers old cronies. One day I asked Big Bob what he was going to do with the springs. "Nothin', they have been there for years. You want them? You can have them." So off we trucked back to Cincinnati with rusty bed springs tied to the top of the van.
These bed springs, which you can hardly see for the climbing hydrangea, used to lean against an old barn on Gallaher Street in Huntington. The barn belonged to one of my grandfathers old cronies. One day I asked Big Bob what he was going to do with the springs. "Nothin', they have been there for years. You want them? You can have them." So off we trucked back to Cincinnati with rusty bed springs tied to the top of the van.
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